Brenda read Ron’s job proposal and felt confused and stunned. “You want a glorified hooker,” she replied.

“What I want is a razor,” he replied. “Client care costs me a fortune, and I want the problem gone. You need money, the job’s pay and benefits are generous; you make the boss happy and keep the customer satisfied. It’s how business is.”

“I don’t know, ” She said.

“I’m meeting another applicant after we’re done,” he replied.

“Then my answer is no. I was expecting something different,” she said.

“It is what it is,” Ron looked at Brenda for long seconds before speaking, “OK, it’s your choice to make, and you made it.”

Driving back to Ron’s house, in the grips of despair, Brenda’s old car died beside the road, in a thick cloud of smoke and steam.

She called Audrey but got no answer, then called others, getting no answer, or excuses. Ron stopped after he recognized her car and saw Brenda standing beside it.

He popped the hood, assessed the situation, and pulled out his cell phone, “I’ll call my people to tow it,” he said, opening the phone case.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Let’s wait in my car,” he suggested, after speaking with his garage crew.

“I’m sorry I said no, I’m broke, and desperate; I think I expected something traditional,” she said.

“I’m sorry, too, but the other applicant liked the offer, and I hired her. One man’s junk, another man’s treasure, and remorse is a dish that tastes bad however it’s served,” he smiled.

Back home Ron went knocked on his step-daughter’s bedroom door. Her reply sounded like muffled, loud noise. So he said, “Carrie, may I come in?” And listened for a response.

She said something that sounded like “Come in,” and he opened the unlocked door, seeing Carrie lying naked on her bed, cell phone pressed against her ear, and laughing. She frowned and snarled, “Get out!” when she heard the door open and saw Ron in the doorway. Ron hesitated, admiring her body, then smiled and left.

After dinner Ron returned to his office. At eight o’clock a Honda pulled off the street and parked behind the office.

“This is gonna take a while, so if you wanna come back around nine that will be good,” Melinda told her boyfriend.

“Eight’s kinda late for a job interview,” he said.

“It’s when the man could see me, and we need the money,” she reminded him.

“Who is this guy?” the boyfriend asked.

“It’s Carrie’s stepfather; gimme a kiss, and I’ll see you, make it nine-thirty, okay?” Melinda said, and got out of the car. After he was gone she pulled down her skirt, stepped out of it, and pulled up a micro-mini skirt she brought in her bag. She did the same with her blouse and bra, both replaced by a fishnet halter-top.

Dressed again, Melinda located Ron’s car and called his number. “I’m outside,” she said when he answered. He opened the door for her, and locked it when she was inside. She sat on the sofa with her legs curled against her thighs and ass, and let her hair down.

Ron opened his wallet and pulled out some bills, counting out five which he placed on the arm of the sofa beside her. “Ready to suck some cock?” He asked.

She put the money in her bag, “Yeah,” she said.

Ron unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, then unbuckled his belt, unsnapped the waist, and pulled down the zipper, letting the pants fall to his feet. His erect cock hung out of the fly of his boxers.

Melinda sat on the edge of the sofa, pushed her long brown hair out of her face, and leaned forward when Ron was close enough for his cock to poke her face. She captured the flopping dick with her fingers and pulled it to her mouth.

Ron favored young, white women with puffy tits shaped like snow-cone cups, and small mouths with kewpie-doll lips, and flawless skin.

His cock was too big for her mouth, but most cocks were, and she sucked the cock-heads rather than deep-throat her guys. His nut-sack looked too big for her hand.

He pulled her halter down to fondle her tits and squeeze her nipples. She looked up at his face with her calf-eyes as she sucked his head and licked his shaft. And when she felt him coming, she pulled back her mouth, and opened it to catch his goo. Most of it went into her eyes and nose. He handed her a tissue and told her to turn around and lean over the back of the sofa.

As she wiped her face he put a hand between her legs, to spread them, and to rub her labia and feel her gash with his finger. Then he took his cock in hand and pushed it inside her, she guiding it with her hand and fingers, and he pushing with his pelvis.

“What’d you do with that baby I made?” He asked.

“My mom has him,” she said.

Once she was loose enough Ron pounded her, cuz she liked hard, quick thrusts that felt like the cock was in her uterus. She liked men to talk nasty to her, too. Ron loved her tight pussy, and she liked enough cock so that her brain got lazy and her mind floated away to some nice place until her man filled her with icy-hot semen.

Melida’s small cunt didn’t hold much cum inside it, and when Ron started spurting the cum came back thick around his dick. As soon as Ron felt her climax, he pulled his cock out of her pussy and pushed it in her mouth, holding her hair entwined in his fingers, to pull her mouth toward his belly. She took as much as she could. Then fell back against the sofa.

Ron cleaned his cock and dressed. Melinda cleaned her pussy and face in his bathroom, pulling the cum out with toilet paper, then dressing in her skirt and blouse, and stowing the mini and fishnet halter in her bag.

“Why does lover boy think you’re here?” Ron asked.

“I told him I had a job interview,” she said, shouldering her bag and walking to the door. “I have a sister who needs some money,” she said.

“How old is she?” He asked.

“Eighteen, a year younger than me,” she replied.

“Tell her to call me,” he said.

Audrey called him as he drove home, Carrie was in jail for DUI and leaving the scene of an accident. “She hit a homeless guy who wandered into the street,” Audrey said.

“What you want me to do?” He asked.

“Get her out and bring her home, please?” Audrey pleaded.

“Her bullshit’s getting expensive,” he reminded her.

“I promise I won’t interfere this time, handle her your way, but don’t let her sit there all night,” Audrey said.

Ron called his lawyer and bail bondsman, and went to the jail to see Carrie. She wasn’t happy to see him.

“Your mama says to tell you that your ass is mine, comprende?” He smiled. She nodded her head and stared at the floor.

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I give your wife absolutely no respect, hell, she doesn?t deserve any.  She is, after all, cheating on her husband.  She isn?t all that concerned about getting respect.  She wants to be thoroughly fucked and that?s all I am after too.  Well, I do enjoy spending your hard earned dough.  Most important, I don?t have to worry about knocking the pig up, she isn?t going to come to me crying.  Hell, you probably never realized that the kid you?re putting through school ain’t even yours.

With merciless earnest, I cop a nut in your bitch.  My massive tool rams in and out of your wife?s cunt.  Stretching it out of shape, filling it deeper than you can imagine.  Her legs spread so wide that her crotch is sore for days after.  I bite the nipples of her breast till she screams in agony.  Every now and then I pull my cock out of her traumatized cunt and slap her on the clit.  There aren?t any kisses, nor any caresses, only a cunt reaming by the biggest dick your wife has ever known.  The lousy slut begs for more.  And damn do I give it to her.  I don?t care that her twat is in pain as I slam it in and pull it out.  Popping my nuts is my only concern.

When the whore is laying on your bed, trembling from exhaustion, I drizzle my sperm all over her ass.  Then I stuff my gigantic cock deep into her tiny asshole.  While she is begging me to stop, I am calling her all the filthy names I can think of.  After all, she ain’t nothing but a cheating little scumbag.  By the time she is ready to pass out, I am just getting started.

Nothing turns me on more than having my humongous tool deep in a woman?s asshole while she convulses uncontrollably beneath me.  Her limp body is at my mercy.  I ram all 14 inches of my dick up a hole you have never used, them turn her inside out as I pull it all the way out.  Stroke after powerful stroke she becomes weaker and weaker, until she is putty in my hands.  As my massive dick swells with orgasm, your sleazy wife begs me to stop.  With each mournful plea, I pump harder and harder.

Your pitiful efforts will never make the missus happy, so you ought to just give up and continue to let me fuck that cunt the way it is intended to be fucked.  I just might let you watch from time to time, if you pay me.  I only charge your slut wife fifty bucks an hour, and you could see her finally enjoy sex for another fifty.

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I give your wife absolutely no respect, hell, she doesn’t deserve any.  She is, after all, cheating on her husband.  She isn’t all that concerned about getting respect.  She wants to be thoroughly fucked and that’s all I am after too.  Well, I do enjoy spending your hard earned dough.  Most important, I don’t have to worry about knocking the pig up, she isn’t going to come to me crying.  Hell, you probably never realized that the kid you’re putting through school ain’t even yours.

With merciless earnest, I cop a nut in your bitch.  My massive tool rams in and out of your wife’s cunt.  Stretching it out of shape, filling it deeper than you can imagine.  Her legs spread so wide that her crotch is sore for days after.  I bite the nipples of her breast till she screams in agony.  Every now and then I pull my cock out of her traumatized cunt and slap her on the clit.  There aren’t any kisses, nor any caresses, only a cunt reaming by the biggest dick your wife has ever known.  The lousy slut begs for more.  And damn do I give it to her.  I don’t care that her twat is in pain as I slam it in and pull it out.  Popping my nuts is my only concern.

When the whore is laying on your bed, trembling from exhaustion, I drizzle my sperm all over her ass.  Then I stuff my gigantic cock deep into her tiny asshole.  While she is begging me to stop, I am calling her all the filthy names I can think of.  After all, she ain’t nothing but a cheating little scumbag.  By the time she is ready to pass out, I am just getting started.

Nothing turns me on more than having my humongous tool deep in a woman’s asshole while she convulses uncontrollably beneath me.  Her limp body is at my mercy.  I ram all 14 inches of my dick up a hole you have never used, them turn her inside out as I pull it all the way out.  Stroke after powerful stroke she becomes weaker and weaker, until she is putty in my hands.  As my massive dick swells with orgasm, your sleazy wife begs me to stop.  With each mournful plea, I pump harder and harder.

Your pitiful efforts will never make the missus happy, so you ought to just give up and continue to let me fuck that cunt the way it is intended to be fucked.  I just might let you watch from time to time, if you pay me.  I only charge your slut wife fifty bucks an hour, and you could see her finally enjoy sex for another fifty.

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What I did was to have him perform menial tasks, outside his job description, for me. He had to empty my trash can and fetch me coffee, both of which he did without a peep of protest. Then I tested him further, making him go into my private washroom and put a new roll of toilet paper in the holder. I even followed him in and stood there observing with a critical eye. When he was done I motioned him over to me with a wiggle of my forefinger. He hurried to obey. I cupped his chin in my plump hand and gave him an air kiss, which made his breathing quicken. Then I told him I liked how hard he was willing to work to please me, and that he should take me out for a drink that evening. Leo tripped over his words as he accepted. When he tried to suggest a place to go I cut him off and told him where I wanted us to be.

That evening we took a cab to the club I had named, The Bust Out. The staff is all female, even the bouncers, and every one of them dresses to show off their bodies. Plus, most of them are Black or Latino and have generous figures. So there’s Leo, trying not to walk into one of the tables as he takes in all those big boobs and butts. I almost laughed out loud at how distracted he was. Anyway, I spotted a friend of mine named Cindy sitting at the bar, her wide ass reaching past the sides of her stool. I patted the seat next to her and told Leo to sit there, then put myself on his other side. Penned in like that between us two plump girls, with Angel, who is half Mexican and half Italian, serving our drinks, he looked ready to pass out. Of course I had him paying for Cindy’s drinks right away and buying one for Angel. The three of us toasted each other, leaving out the drinkless Leo. We chatted about guys we had dated, with me raving about some of the huge cocks I’d had. You could see my ‘date’ getting more and more uneasy. I had guessed that he didn’t have much between his legs and the way he was acting told me I must be right. That, and he was the jealous type, which played into my plans too.

So we had a great time, us girls. Then a guy I knew, Dave, showed up. He’s tall and muscular and always has heavy stubble on his strong jaw. I opened my arms to him and he stepped up real close to plant a solid kiss on my waiting lips. Cindy told me later that Leo’s eyes bugged out when he saw me and Dave swapping spit. Then I made my co-worker buy another round, this time including Dave, and still not getting anything for himself. It was soooo funny. And it was getting me hot. I decided right then that Leo was exactly what I needed to make the plan that had been forming in my mind succeed. So I held off locking lips with Dave anymore and even ordered a ginger ale for Leo. We got some appetizers and I fed Leo a few hot peppers because he said something about them being too spicy for him and I wanted to see if he’d do what I wanted anyway. When we finally left I flagged down another cab and had the driver take us to my apartment building, making sure Leo not only paid but gave a generous tip.

That was our first night together. I made Leo get naked and sure enough his dick was laughably small. I said some stuff about it, as if I was trying to make him feel better, but made sure it would hurt his feelings instead. With me still dressed, I had him scurry around bare-assed, getting me a beer from the fridge and fetching a bag of chips. Then he had to sit next to me on the couch while I watched what I pleased on TV. I could see how unhappy he was being undressed, but when I put my hand on his thigh his little pee pee got hard right away. Then I had him take off my shoes. I watched him work and, sure enough, he had his hands all over those stacked heels, open toes, and ankle straps. The little geek was into sexy shoes, too. After my second beer I told him we were going to the bedroom. He had to kneel and take down my tight slacks and high-cut panties. Then I flopped onto the bed on my back and told him to kneel between my spread legs. He got himself into position, all eager like a puppy.

“Now loverboy,” I told him, “I like to have a LOT of orgasms and we can both see that you don’t have a real cock that could do the job. So what we’re going to do instead is have you get your mouth on my pussy and lick me for a loooong time. Right?” He started to say something about the peppers I’d fed him bothering his stomach and about not liking to do oral but I gave him a look that was full of poison. So he buckled right away and got his face down in front of my shaved mound. He stared at my puffy pink cunt lips for a few seconds, as if he was going to give me more backtalk. I clapped my heavy thighs against the sides of his head and told him, “Get busy.” Right away he stuck out his tongue and starting lapping. I ordered him to not miss any spots, so that he had to lick between all the folds of my pussy and get plenty of my strong taste. He obviously didn’t enjoy it but was turned on by being in bed with me, his hands on my hips. I let him have his free feels while I kept him down there for over an hour and made him give me three really good climaxes.

Then I delivered the knockout punch. “That wasn’t too bad, Leo. But I expect you to try harder next time. And I want you to have some fun too, so you can put the end of your tiny thing where the tip of your tongue just was. Go ahead. You can feel how wet and warm and slippery I am.” When he made contact and took a deep breath I said, “Have fun. I’ll give you five minutes to enjoy yourself. But don’t get carried away and start squirting. Maybe on our next date you’ll get to finish.” I chuckled to make sure he knew I didn’t take his needs seriously. “Get yourself good and worked up. I’ll bet this is the most you’ve done with a girl in a long time. Am I right?” Panting slightly, he told me, “Yes, Shondra. I… I don’t have much luck with women.” “That’s no surprise, is it?” He stammered out something in agreement and then even apologized. I smiled and said, “It’s okay, Leo. We’ll work something out. You do want to keep seeing me, don’t you?” “Oh, oh yes. Please. I mean, very much. I want to keep on — dating? — you.” “Sure. We’ll go out again on the weekend. I’ll let you know when I’m ready.”

So it went on like that for a few months. We went shopping and he purchased sexy shoes and boots for me, which got me more attention from other guys. I got endless kicks out of insulting his sad excuse for a penis, treating him like my houseboy, and most of all having him give me endless orgasms with his mouth. He was hooked on my bulging figure and being able to go to bed with me, even though I never let him inside. What I would do was have him get on his back and then I’d play with his dick with my fingers until he was half crazy from wanting to cum. Then I would take his hand, put it in place of mine, and tell him he was allowed to finish himself, but not to take too long. Leo would get all red-faced and not be able to talk clearly, but because I didn’t give him any other choice he went along with it and whacked off. The small amount of cream he made went onto his belly and he had to put his hand over it when I permitted him to scamper to the bathroom and clean himself. He made a ridiculous sight, which got me horny all over again, and led to every night ending with his lips pressed to my pubes one more time.

When I was certain he was addicted to me I told him that we should get married. He babbled his gratitude and I pointed toward the kitchen and told him to run and get me a beer. He was so thrilled that he didn’t even try to get me to agree to us having a full sex life after we got hitched. That loser just wanted me to be his wife. When we were out together I made a show of myself in front of other men, which made Leo squirm. As our wedding approached I kept thinking how much fun it would be after we were man and wife and I did a lot more than just flaunt my body. Our ceremony was small, with Cindy as our Maid of Honor and me selecting Dave as the Best Man. At the reception I treated my new spouse like hired help and even scolded him in front of the guests, most of who were my friends. Leo’s dad was a little whimp like him and his mom was a big woman like me, who openly bossed her man around. I got together with her and made a few jokes about keeping our men in line and she told me she had had her husband under her thumb since they met. I told her that was how it was with us, too, and she grinned at me and said, “Yeah, well Leo needs a woman who can tell him what to do. He’s such a weakling.” Our honeymoon was going to wait for a month because it was a busy time at the office. But Leo somehow imagined that he was going to have a terrific wedding night. Like I said, he’s a loser.

We got back to the apartment. I had Dave waiting for my phone call in case I need somebody to do what Leo wasn’t going to be allowed to. But when we got there I ran into a neighbor who I had been making eye contact with and had talked to a few times. His name was Turk, he was tall and muscular, and he had some kind of mixed race background, so he was swarthy, with brown eyes and thick black hair. I waved to him and said, “Hey, sweetheart, could you give us a hand. We’ve got a bottle of champagne in the fridge and I know my new hubby won’t be able to open it. I need a man who can pop my cork.” He smirked at my obvious double meaning and said, “Sure, that’s my specialty. Maybe I should carry you over the threshold for him, too.” I said, “Yeah, Leo would probably throw his back out if he tried to pick me up.” Then, staring hard at my groom I said, “You don’t mind if Turk does your job for you, do you?” He got a sick look but said in a defeated voice, “Whatever you think is best, dear.” So Turk scooped me up in his arms and, reading my mind I guess, got one hand on the middle of my ass. I giggled as he took me through the door, effortlessly supporting my weight. Leo sheepishly followed us inside. When Turk acted like he was going to hand me over to him, Leo backed away, afraid of having to support my weight. I said to Turk, “Well, if my new husband isn’t going to carry me into the bedroom, you’ll have to.” Leo’s lips started to twitch and he was blinking back tears by the time Turk set me carefully on the new, bright red sheets. I put my hands on the back of his neck and pulled his face toward mine, telling him, “Whoever puts me into bed gets rewarded with a kiss.”

I heard Leo whimper as my mouth met Turk’s. Just so there would be no mistaking my intentions, I stuck my tongue in Turk’s mouth and he did the same back to me. We were in no hurry to stop but when we did I knew what to do next. I glowered at my new husband and said, “I can’t believe you let Turk take your place at such an important moment. This just ruins everything. Maybe I should let him take your place in bed, too. I’m sure he has a beautiful cock, not like that nothing of yours. In fact, here’s what we’re going to do. You can both whip out what you’ve got and whoever has the most meat gets to fuck me. Do you understand, husband mine?” In some kind of shock, Leo could only nod. His hands trembled as he undid his fly, reached inside his jockey shorts, and found his mini-dick. Turk snickered and revealed his cock which, as I had suspected, was a monster. I said to Leo, “You’re out of luck, Mr. Newlywed. I’m going to make our marriage official but not with you. Instead, you can strip down and then go grab us a couple of beers. We’ll save the champage.” His knees were practically knocking as he undressed and stood there. Turk was the picture of confidence when he stepped out of his boxers.

Leo returned with two beers and we were already in bed. I had one hand on Turk’s cock and it was standing up, a full nine thick inches, his heavy balls already tightened up for action. We accepted the beers, opened them, and tapped them together. After each taking a long swallow, we set them aside and I rolled onto my back. Turk warmed me up with his hands and mouth, enjoying having his lips on my wide nipples. I made a mental note that my husband wouldn’t be allowed to enjoy my boobs. Leo sobbed as my new stud put the end of his cock against my wet pussy and then inched it inside. I sighed. As he started to pump me I began moaning. It was incredible. I’ve always loved huge cocks and Turk’s was one of the best I’d had. He wasn’t one of those guys who only thinks about himself, either. He took his time and made sure I had a pair of noisy finishes before he let himself shoot. I turned to Leo and, wanting to drive the blade in as far as I could, told him, “That could have been you slamming me, loverboy, but you messed up big time. Instead, you’re not going to feel the inside of my pussy with your baby dick until I say so.” As far as I was concerned, that would be never. “And if Turk wants to, he can take your place ALL time.” I gazed up at the sexual superman and batted my long eyelashes. “Is that okay by you, baby?” He said, “Sure. A woman like you needs a man who knows what he’s doing and has the equipment to do it. Loser boy over there is disqualified in both areas. I don’t mind stopping by two or three times a week. We can go out whenever you want, too. As long as I get those sweet tits, that perfect ass, and that tight box whenever I feel like it.” I licked my lips and told him, “Whatever you want, Turk. I’ll be your slut and do anything you say. I give one hell of a BJ, though my wuss of a husband has never gotten one. And never will.” We both laughed and then got back to drinking our beers.

That was a year ago. At work I had Leo demoted to office boy and encouraged the secretaries to be strict with him. They make sure his ego stays crushed. At home it’s been incredible, with Turk doing things like pinching Leo’s scrawny biceps and making him yelp. I love getting nailed by Turk and having Leo lick my pussy. In fact, I make Leo go down on me after I have sex with Turk, sometimes while my lover is still there or else the next morning after his cum has been inside me all night. I get a kick out of how Leo gags while he licks up and swallows the big loads that Turk shoots. And I always make Leo wait on us. When Turk comes over Leo has to kneel down in front of him and untie his work shoes, then loosen the laces to take them off him. Sometimes in the bedroom I’ll have my husband use his tongue in my ass before I cheat on him. Once I even made him kiss my pussy lips and then put Turk’s cock-and-a-half into me. I saw how much it upset Leo to have to touch another man’s organ and I’m thinking of asking Turk if he wants to go further with that, maybe teaching my husband to lick balls and give BJs or even letting Turk take a ride up the old chocolate highway, if he wants to. I’ve got this picture in my head of Leo eating me out while Turk nails him from behind. It might never happen but, hey, a girl needs a dream to work toward. And it’s even better because my dream would be my husband’s nightmare.

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His daughter was a sweet-faced blonde with hair to the shoulders. She took worked hard to keep in good shape, working out 3 times a week. Even her current boyfriend whom she was going to marry disliked spending so little time together because of her cheerleading practice, but he adored the shape of her body very much. She was head over heels in love with him too and he was her first and only man. Her tender long legs that led up to her small tight ass attracted every man’s attention. Her boyfriend always liked cupping her firm perky breasts, although he didn’t like her bra.

Hearing her father, she became very excited, because it was a rare thing when the coach came. When she rushed down the stairs, Mr. Avdushev stepped forward.

“Hello, I’m pleased to meet you, sir,” the eighteen year old blonde said, shaking his hand.

“Nice to meet you too, bright one!” the coach said, smiling spread. “I’ve just told your parents about your brilliant future in a cheer squad at college!”

“Are you serious?” Sveta couldn’t believe her luck.

“Yes, I’m absolutely quite serious,” he said with a stern expression on his weathered face.

“You mean you think that I’m good enough to cheer at a university?” the girl hardly could hide her excitement and the coach liked to see that in cheerleaders’ faces, because he was going to make a lot of money off her.

“You know if I were not sure, I wouldn’t offer it to you!” the man replied irritated and thought about the best way to hook her.

“This is awesome!” Sveta almost jumped up on her feet for joy.

“Right you are! It’s a once in a lifetime chance!” Mr. Avdushev said in a serious tone. “You are certainly pretty and I’m really interested in your possibilities.”

After that, the coach started praising how great she was and what a brilliant career she could have. As her excited parents talked to him, young and pretty Sveta was elated at the news. After hearing all that great stuff about their daughter, they took him for a tour around their expensive house. Sveta and her parents became more and more excited at her chances with every passing moment.

The summer was passing and she had been training very hard to be selected. Mr. Avdushev returned at that summer’s end and found Sveta alone. In fact, he caught her sunbathing in her yellow bikini on the back deck of her gorgeous house. He wasn’t only interested in her cheering ability, but he was also taken by her lovely young 5’5″ 105 pounds body, with her long golden hair, flowing over her bare shoulders. She looked like an absolute nymphet! But on a sudden he became surprised when she, the pretty blonde, invited him inside to look through her cheerleader pictures from the first grade up. The coach’s eyes were all over her small body, but the fun had stopped when her parents returned from the town.

As her mother made Mr. Avdushev stay for a supper, Sveta and her dad talked to the coach in their den. All that time and during the supper the coach was constantly flattering the girl, her amazing parents and what a great house they had. After a grand meal, Sveta saw Mr. Avdushev out to his car.

“I’ll see you next month,” he told Sveta in his ever present mentor-like voice. “There, I’ll be able to see what you can do.”

A few weeks passed. Sveta gathered all her stuff together, kissed her dear parents good-bye and headed north to the university. Before she had left, she drove across the town to kiss her high school sweetheart, who would soon be her husband good-bye.

To her surprise, Sveta found that university very big and became home-sick soon. Her mother became concerned very much and phoned Mr. Avdushev. He was asked to keep a careful eye on Sveta and he assured her that she was taken care of like the apple of his eye. Not only did the university look big to her, but the girl found the other cheer candidates very good and she felt her chances of making the squad were very slim.

“I just can’t believe the talent!” she told her coach afterwards.

“I do have some very good girls, Sveta!” he sighed like an experienced old man. “To be honest, I feel your chances are very slim and your parents will be very disappointed if you fail!”

Hearing that, the girl felt her heart began hammering.

“But it means everything to me, sir,” she sobbed slightly. “All my family are counting on me to cheer here!”

“There are always alternatives, Sveta!” Mr. Avdushev kept coaxing and reassuring her. “I know you are an innocent girl from a small town, but as I have said, there are alternatives. Have you ever heard of girls sleeping with teachers for grades? I’m sure you have!” the man knew that he was pushing his luck.

“Do you mean I shall have to have sex with you?” she whispered in her innocent manner with her plump lips as the tears came to her eyes. “I’d never do that!”

Sveta just couldn’t imagine that she would be able to cheat on her adorable boyfriend. It was too much for her. The man clearly understood he was skating on the thin ice, but he had done that too many times to be on the edge about it and said and did everything due to his mental scheme.

“Well, not me exactly…” her perverted coach replied thoughtfully. “I mean that a young thing like you would be a dish, but I thought more about me watching you sleep with a black stud. You’d make the team!”

“A black stud?” shocked, Sveta said with eyes full of tears. “I could never do such a thing! I have never even talked to a black man! There are none in my town. On top of that, what would my strict parents say if they knew it and my boyfriend would be back home soon. You know, something like this would kill him and he’s going to be my husband. What kind of a girl do you think I am?”

Listening to that self-confident girl who had been trying to find any excuse but it sounded lame, he knew that he had almost had her and the only thing he had to do was to push a little bit harder.

“You are a good girl!” Mr. Avdushev said, looking at her sternly. “But I have had a plenty of girls over the years to sleep with old Mike to make the cheer squad. My old friend Mike is a 45 year old black man who has what it takes not to only please young white knock-outs like you, but you are a cheerleader after one time with him. He is the judge!”

After short time talking, the coach got up and left with the conqueror’s smile on his face. Sveta put the cheerleader team out of her mind until her strict father called and let her know he would be up for the tryouts. His words had left Sveta scared and more confused than ever. Later, Mr. Avdushev called her to find out what her answer would be and the girl said “NO” to his sick intentions, but it was no good to be a heroine.

Saturday afternoon came and Sveta was alone in her dorm. A sick feeling overtook her when a knock came at her door. The door opened and the girl saw her pillar, her dear father.

“Daddy?!” she said with relief, throwing her arms around his neck. “Hi daddy, what are you doing here?”

“Sweetie, I just came to see my baby girl become a cheerleader, of course!” he laughed and was shining with pride and happiness for his daughter. “Mr. Avdushev has called and asked us out to dinner tonight. C’mon honey, get ready and don’t keep your coach waiting!”

How poor Sveta wanted to tell her father what kind of a man her coach really was, but daren’t destroy her dear dad’s idyllic world.

She got dressed very swiftly and grabbing her coat, she followed her father as they met the coach for his dinner treat. Sveta could hardly eat as her coach bragged to her father on how great she would be and only stupidity would ruin her brilliant future as a queen cheerleader. She understood that he was talking about something another than a cheerleading activity, because his palm rested several time on her knee, but then went through the entire ordeal. When the horrible dinner was finally over, Sveta asked her father when they were at her dorm again,

“Daddy, what do you think about spending the night in my dorm room?”

“You know my schedule girl. I have already reserved a motel room down the street.”

Seeing the way his daughter looked, he made up his mind to cheer her up a little and added with a smile,

“Your mother, I will be up next week for tryouts to support you, my dear. We and your VIP coach have confidence that you will make the team, honey!”

When the door shut behind him, Sveta again felt that eerie feeling of being alone. She inserted an “Enigma” disc in the music center and tried to relax and chill out on the sofa. She was deep into her inner world and the girl’s heart skipped a beat when a knock came at the door. Sveta rushed to open the door and get to know why her lovely father returned.

“Mr. Avdushev, what are you doing here?” the girl was taken aback and surprised with her coach’s sudden appearance. “Daddy is here. Please leave me now.”

“No good for you, girl! You don’t get any points by lying to me!” her coach had a very stern impression on his face. “I saw you daddy going to his motel!” Mr. Avdushev said, walking into her room. “By the way, this is Mike, I have been talking to you about him,” he said, motioning to his friend. “And we have come for your personal and private tryouts.”

“But… but…” it was everything Sveta could say, understanding that her time had come.

The two friends stepped in, and closed the door and locked the door behind them. At that time she saw his friend for the first time. He was an old, short black man of 40+ years. He was fat with strong-looking legs and arms. She just couldn’t believe that they came for her body.

“Mike, what do you think about her?” grinning, the coach asked his friend boldly.

“Man, you know she’s surely a sweet treat!” the tall black man said. “This is going to be good for me.”

Their smiles made her crazy and she didn’t know what to do, because she knew what would happen the next time. As Sveta started protesting and ran around the room, Mr. Avdushev just grabbed the hem of her tight pink top and pulled it up in a jerk over her long, blonde hair. The blonde started panicking due to that boldness and no one had seen her naked except of her loving boyfriend.

“You want to make the cheer squad and Mike wants some of your young body to know if you are the right person for that.”

Instead of fighting, Sveta just stood frozen like a deer in highlight as he was removing her sweat pants, bra and ripping her small panties off, leaving red welts on her hips.

“Look at those little young perky tits, Mike. They look even better without her bra and I think she is going to be the best young cunt you have ever had!” he said, squeezing her tits softly and she didn’t resist it.

“Yeah pal, I’m sure that the spectators and the football team will be glad to see this slut in action on the field!” his companion agreed.

Frightened, she sought for compromise, begging them to be easy on her young body.

“Is this the only way?” Sveta sobbed as her coach laid her lean body on the bed.

“Oh my gosh!” the poor girl exclaimed when she saw Mike started getting undressed. “Just look at it! It’s so huge and it surely hurt me too much!”

Every fiber of her body was shaking as she stared at the well-hung black man and now she knew that all that rumors about monstrous cocks were true. Sveta compared his cock with her boyfriend’s and understood that her lover’s cock was like a pencil.

“What will my parents say? And I have a boyfriend back home,” she begged

“That’s a lame excuse, girlie!” the black man replied with irony.

Spreading little Sveta’s slim legs wide, Mike spat on his palm soundly and spread it along his black 10″ cock. The girl looked at her coming nightmare as the old pervert knelt down between his young prey’s thighs. Then he bent down to kiss her like she was his slut. As Sveta turned her head to avoid his kiss, she let out a yell as the black knob entered her vagina, stretching it to its limits.

“Please, pull it out… Ahhh it’s gonna tear me apart!” she struggled and she did everything to get away.

“Did you think it’s so easy to become a fucking cheerleader?” her coach shouted in her ear. Inch by inch the black tool was pushed inside her white cunt, but it caused her great pain to stick it into her so deeply.

“This is the best young cunt I have ever had, man!” Mike said loudly for pleasure. “And the best thing is her daddy is just down the street, sleeping sound as some black man who was older than dear daddy is fucking the shit out of his little girl who does it to make her daddy’s dream come true and become a cheerleader. Man, that’s great!”

Sveta was screaming and throwing her long blonde hair all over the bed as Mike’s big shaft was slicing her apart. The girl couldn’t do anything about humiliation of the sex, because her coach held her hands together as she laid across the bed being rammed by the main judge who was between her wide spread legs. She looked down and saw the black cock sawing in and out of her tight would-be pussy that was red from stretching and rubbing.

“Not only that!” Mr. Avdushev gloated. “But she came from all-white town and the only cock she has ever had was her kid boyfriend’s. C’mon, slice into her. Go man go!” the coach cheered his friend up.

With her father down the street, his daughter’s screams went unheard as Mike’s black rod pounded in and out of her. Sveta fainted from the pain of the huge invasion and she was too weak to protest as Mike turned her over. She was happy that everything was over but her poor pussy was sore as hell and she couldn’t move her legs together because of the pain. Sveta was confused about why he didn’t cum and it was good because she wasn’t on the pill.

“I want some of her virgin butt, man!” Mike said enthusiastically. “I wonder what her daddy would say if he saw a black cock hungry for his little girl’s pink asshole?”

“Hey, wait a minute!” Mr. Avdushev said. “Don’t kill her, Mikey. You are too big for her back there so that don’t ruin her cheerleading ass!”

Only now Sveta understood that the guys weren’t joking as she felt his cock touch against her sacred spot and became very freaked out, although she was very worn out. The girl never allowed her boyfriend do it, but some old pervert was going to stick his cock into that tight orifice. Sveta didn’t like that at all, because his fat cock hardly fit in her abused pussy and that hole was much larger.

The black man wasn’t about to back down as his big schlong broke into her tiny rectum and her screams were louder now as Mike held her lifeless body up by her hips, spreading her ass cheeks and revealing her still tight puckered asshole for his anal lust. He pounded her poor ass harder and harder.

“Hey, that’s enough!” her coach yelled at her torturer. “Mike, you are gonna tear her ass in two!”

With over half his length buried in her tight pink asshole, the old man let out a war cry and pumped her bowels full of sperm. Sveta fell limp, face down on the bed as Mike was still milking his cum out onto her snow white buns.

“Man, maybe you’d better go now, she’s pretty zapped. I need talk to her. Go on!”

As Mike kissed her on the back he told her, “I really, really enjoyed you, and I’m almost sure you’ll become a good cheerleader if you continue your real tryouts!” She didn’t understand his words at all and didn’t want to. Then Mr. Avdushev helped her to sit up.

“Are you OK, Sveta?” he asked. “You were great, honey! I shall see you make the team on Monday!”

“Will you please just go?” the poor girl said in a weak voice. “Just go! So I can be alone, OK?”

“OK, honey, but don’t fall!” her coach said as he watched Sveta waddling to the bathroom. He became aroused again, seeing Mike’s sperm oozing from her poor rear end and running down her legs.

“Oh girlie, I forgot to mention that to get into squad you should be chosen by superior judge, I mean Mike, a cheerleader squad queen and a football captain.” Seeing the fear in her eyes, he added, “You know, it’s your right to choose the way to get their votes.”

After that, he and his cock-hound retired. As Sveta soaked her sore body in a hot tub, she was still feeling the effects of the black man’s huge cock. She was up much of the night urinating every hour and her butt and pussy were too sore to sit down. The girl was relaxing in the bath tub and touched her poor pussy and ass. They were stretched so much that her finger easily entered either hole and didn’t meet any resistance. One part of her was glad that it was all over and that she would be on the cheer team, but the thought of the way she had gained the spot was disgraceful to her. She only hoped her parents would never find out what had happened to her. She wanted to call her father who had been fast asleep in the motel, but she knew she would only get more upset hearing his comforting voice.

After turning and tossing in the bed for hours, she finally fell asleep.

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